Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
The Motions,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.